My Best Mate's Secret (NonFamous 1D)

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson have been mates since primary school and tell each other everything. When Louis learns the one secret his best friend has been keeping from him, how would he react? Will they still be as thick as thieves, or will it separate them forever?

5. Finding Out

Louis' POV

I drove El home and decided to check on Harry. He never just leaves school. Only once before, five years ago, when his mum died. After that, he wasn't in school for about a week and a half. I just had to make sure he's alright. As I pulled up the drive, I heard something crash from inside the house. Immediately, I knew that his dad had been drinking and he'd do anything to get out of there. I ran to the door and knocked hard. The noises stopped and I knew he was trying to compose himself before facing me. The door creaked open and I smiled. "Is Harry in?" I asked, kindly. He squished up his face and snorted. "Nope. Left about 5 hours ago. Didn't care to ask him where he was going. I figured he was headed over to yours. I guess not," he said. I felt my jaw drop. "You didn't care to ask? What kind of father are you? You realize that you're son has just run away and you haven't the slightest clue where he might me," I yelled. I couldn't control myself; I punched him straight in the jaw. As he staggered back, I turned and got back into my car and pull off down the road.

About a half mile down, I pulled over and pulled out my phone. I scrolled through my contacts until I got to the familiar number: Hazza. I called and listened as it rang... And rang... And rang. "Hey there, You've reached Harry. I can't answer right now, but leave a message. Bye!" The beep sounded and I sighed. "Harry, where the hell are you? I'm not gonna lie to you, man, and say you worried your dad, but I'm fucking terrified. Please, just.. Come home. I miss you and I'm worried for you. Please?" I hung up and called El. "What's up, babe?" she asked when she answered the phone. "Harry's run away," I told her. She gasped. "Louis, this is not something to joke about. Put Harry on so I can yell at him for putting you up to this," she chastised. I sighed. "Eleanor, don't you think you would hear him laughing for something? I'm serious. I just stopped at his place to check on him and his dad said he left about five hours ago. He thought he was coming to stay with me, but obviously not," I explained. I could hear sobs coming from the other end of the line. "Where is he now?" she asked, choked up.

I understood why she felt like that, though. Harry was like a brother to her, to both of us. We never expected him to up and leave. He always told us that his dad could never push him far enough to make him want to leave. Was it his dad? Or was it someone else entirely? Me, or El, or Liam? Who could have forced him to leave. "I don't know, sweetie, but I'm going to find him, I promise you that. I'll bring him home," I swore before hanging up and dropping my phone, letting a few tears fall for my missing best friend.

Harry's POV

The next morning, I woke up and Niall was gone. I stretched and grabbed my phone out of my pocket. Three missed calls and two voicemails. Louis had called me twenty minutes after I'd fallen asleep with Niall. I listened to his message. "Harry, where the hell are you? I'm not gonna lie to you, man, and say you worried your dad, but I'm fucking terrified. Please, just.. Come home. I miss you and I'm worried for you. Please?" Louis begged. I swear, he sounded like he was about to cry. Eleanor called twice and left a message. Which means Tommo told her I was gone. I sighed and listened to her message. "Harold Edward Styles! What the hell were you thinking just running off without a word to anyone?! Your dad told Lou that he thought you were going to stay with him! Harry, this isn't funny. You've got Louis and me worried sick. Just... just call me when you get this. Please?"

I looked at the clock. It was almost nine in the morning. I sighed and called El. I promised myself that I wouldn't tell her where I was until she promised not to tell Louis. She picked up quickly. "Oh God, Harry! Where are you?" she asked in a lash. I smile. "Hey, El. How are you? I'm going good," I joked. I could almost see the pissed stare she was more than likely giving. "You ran off without a word and you expect me to be calm about this?" she asked, angry. I smiled. "Eleanor, are you with Tommo?" I asked. "No," she replied. I sighed. "If I tell you were I am, you can't tell him. You can't come unless I call and tell you otherwise. Understand?" I asked. She was silent for a moment, then whispered, "yes". I smiled again. "I'm in Mullinger, Ireland. I'm staying with a friend I made at the airport. His name is Niall. I'll call and check in every so often as long as Louis doesn't find out," I admitted. "Why can't Louis know? Why did you leave in the first place?" she asked. I sighed, afraid of her reaction.